Thursday, 20 November 2014

It was midday and the sun rose high over the farm. Dusty settled into her eleventh mud- wallow. Life was good for Dusty. She had a rosy pink snout, that twitched as she sniffed the delicious vegetables. Far, far away, Mrs Latu Taylor, the owner, could see Dusty’s small eyes that were sharp and inquisitive. Patches of coarse hair stuck out from her face in tufts. Dusty was so nosy by nature, always wanting to know what was going on around her.

The farm was down a long, muddy track, far away from the main highway. Mrs Latu Taylor was tidy - she packed the bales of hay that rested in a neat array. The water tanks stood to attention like three rotund guards. Dusty was rolling down the hills and she got caught in the long shadows of the late afternoon sun. The old barn was home, and it was comforting, cosy and always busy with its inhabitants. For nearly one hundred years, the farm had been nestled on the side of the hill next to the babbling creek. As she noticed that she was in the water Dusty was worried concentration, that made dusty, frowned in earnest. Her hooves tried to tread, in the water but he could hardly stay afloat! Dusty’s Turquoise of the water, lapped over her snout. When She Panicking as she appeared, unable to close the gap to land.

Thursday, 13 November 2014

“Is that even possible?” I wondered, as I gazed in awe at the fearless skater. When I saw his face it was stern concentration, that caused the skater to frown. He shifted his weight, allowing for the board to rotate in mid-air. His body is silhouetted against the soft pink dusk sky. As I saw him he was like a heat haze that covered the city in a steamy blanket, when it was turning the hills to a pastel mauve.

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Tomorrow will be excited because we have our manaiakalani film festival movie, and it is going to be fun because we get to go to the hoyts at sylvia park. We will be watching movies from school's and around our areas. On wednesday class 13 will have a special visitor and her name is mrs o'neil.

Thursday, 6 November 2014

As I watched the woman crouch down, I could see she was as ancient as the universe. Staring at her, I could see deep channels of time, etched into a wizened surface. She had cracked lips that furled around gums, where teeth once stood. I saw her keen eyes alight with mischievous youth. She had a rich indigo velvet scarf, folded carefully to frame her face. When I saw her eating I could see her struggling to chew her food because she had no teeth.